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Cold-Blooded Barista Bullets in the Shadows
Ucok swallowed hard, his heart racing. "Man, I think we need to get out of here, like, right now."Rizal remained calm, but his eyes were fixed on the man who had just emerged from the crate. "Who are you? Why are they after you?"The man was still panting, clearly having gone through something terrible. "I... my name is Reza. I'm an investigative journalist. I found something I wasn't supposed to... and now they want me dead."Ucok scoffed. "Great. Now we're babysitting a guy who's also being hunted by the mafia? Man, our lives just keep getting more interesting."TAP TAP TAP!The footsteps outside were getting louder. Rizal moved quickly, pressing himself against the wall, peeking through the slightly open warehouse door. Several heavily armed men were surrounding the building."How many are there?" Ucok whispered."At least six. Could be more," Rizal replied softly.Reza shook his head in panic. "We can't take them. They're ruthless. I saw how they tortured anyone who got in their
Cold-Blooded Barista Friend or Foe?
The tension inside the warehouse was suffocating. Adrian glared at the old man, while Rizal quietly assessed his surroundings. He knew one wrong move could get everyone killed.Ucok, who had been terrified from the start, whispered in Rizal's ear. "Man, who's this old dude? Could he be another enemy?"Rizal didn't answer immediately. He was still trying to analyze the situation. The old man carried a different aura—he didn't seem panicked or scared like most people in a shootout. Instead, he seemed to be enjoying it all.Adrian, who had been so confident, now appeared more cautious. "I have no business with you, Old Man. Leave before I change my mind."The old man just smiled slightly, then turned to Rizal. "You're Rizal, aren't you?"Rizal nodded slowly. "Who are you?"The old man didn't answer right away. He studied Rizal for a moment before saying, "You've gone too far into this game, son. And now, you have to choose: survive or die in vain."Ucok swallowed hard. "Man, this is gett
Cold-Blooded Barista Explosion
The air inside the warehouse grew increasingly stifling, as if every breath held a tension that could explode at any moment. Rizal still stared at the old man warily, while Adrian felt his neck where he'd nearly been sliced.Ucok, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke up. "Dude, are we really going to trust him? This is like something out of an action movie, man. Usually, the ones who act all nice end up stabbing you in the back!"The old man chuckled, his eyes still sharp as he looked at Adrian. "I understand your doubts. But we don't have time for a long debate. Adrian's people won't stay idle. We need to get out of here before they come."Rizal nodded. He knew this wasn't the time for prolonged thinking. "Do you have a plan?"The old man raised his detonator. "We'll create a little chaos."Before anyone could react, he pressed the button.BOOM!The sound of the explosion shook the warehouse, sending splinters of wood and dust flying. Ucok screamed and immediately took co
Cold-Blooded Barista The Hunt
The city night still held onto its sweltering heat, but the sweat trickling down Rizal's temples wasn't solely due to the temperature. Their steps were hurried as they navigated the narrow alleys, avoiding any potential prying eyes.Ucok, walking behind him, kept glancing back. "Bang, I don't think we can go back to the usual place. They've probably spread out to look for us."The old man who had been accompanying them nodded in agreement. "We need a temporary hideout. I know a place that's relatively safe."Rizal stared at the man. "Who are you, really?"The man offered a thin smile. "An old friend of your father's."Ucok almost choked on his own saliva. "Huh?! So, Bang Rizal is... some kind of organization heir?"Rizal let out a long sigh. "Don't start with your drama, Cok."The old man continued walking, gesturing for them to follow. After a few minutes, they arrived at an old house on the city's outskirts. The building looked neglected, but as soon as they stepped inside, the atmo
Cold-Blooded Barista Entering the Enemy's Lair
Ucok paced back and forth in the small room, while Rizal and the old man were engrossed in planning. The atmosphere was so quiet, the only sound was the old man's fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard."If we want to get into Hariman's building, we need to know the security system first," the old man said without taking his eyes off the screen.Ucok leaned against the wall. "Yeah, yeah... and I bet a rich guy like him has more security guards than cops in this city."Rizal nodded. "That's why we can't just barge in."The old man pressed a few buttons, and the blueprint of Hariman's building appeared on the screen. "I managed to hack into their internal server. This is the main building's layout."Ucok peered over, trying to understand the image on the screen. "Okay, so where do we go in?"The old man pointed to one spot. "There's access from the underground parking. It's usually used for staff and deliveries. Security is looser compared to the main entrance."Rizal studied the map c
Cold-Blooded Barista Burning Intrigue
Rizal and Ucok slipped into the building, crossing the glass bridge that connected the two structures with racing heartbeats. The air inside the building felt stuffy, a stark contrast to the cold night wind. They both tried to regulate their ragged breathing, while their ears remained alert, catching any sound that might betray their presence.Ucok turned to Rizal, his eyes showing clear concern. "Bang, if there are others inside, we need to move faster. We're running out of time."Rizal nodded in agreement, his eyes scanning the neon-lit hallway. "Focus. Let's find the archive room first. It's the key to all of this."They moved quickly down the glass-walled corridor, following the building's layout they had memorized. Their footsteps were almost inaudible on the cold marble floor. The silence enveloping the building felt suffocating, as if every corner held a dark secret.Soon, they arrived at a large iron door, flanked by a digital code panel. Ucok pulled out his hacking device, a
Cold-Blooded Barista Choice
Rizal and Ucok quickened their pace, hurrying down the corridor. The documents they carried felt heavy in their hands, not because of their weight, but because of the value of the information they contained.Ucok whispered, "Bang, how do we get out of here? The way we came in must be guarded by now."Rizal glanced around, searching for an opening. "There's one way. But we have to be fast."Suddenly, the sound of footsteps grew closer. Not just one, but several people.Ucok panicked. "Bang, they're coming from both directions!"Without hesitation, Rizal pulled Ucok towards a small door marked "Maintenance Equipment." He opened the door and pushed Ucok inside, then closed it tightly.Inside the cramped room, they could hear the voices of the people outside."Who accessed the archive room?" A deep voice echoed."Two people. Their tracks end here."Ucok held his breath. Rizal could feel the tension in the air.One of the men outside knocked on the equipment room door.Ucok whispered in fe
Cold-Blooded Barista Shadows in the Dark
Their footsteps echoed through the narrow corridor. Ucok's breath came in ragged gasps, but he kept running, following the faster Rizal. The sound of the man they'd left groaning in pain still lingered faintly behind them.Ucok glanced at Rizal, panting, "Dude, where are we going? Do you even have a plan?"Rizal remained silent, his eyes fixed sharply ahead. His mind was consumed by one thing—saving Nadia.After several turns, they finally reached an iron door. Rizal tried to pull it open, but it was locked.Ucok smacked his own forehead. "Ugh, why does there always have to be a locked door at moments like these?"Rizal ignored him and quickly surveyed the surroundings. There was no other way, except…His eyes landed on a ventilation shaft on the left side of the wall. It was large enough, probably big enough for them to squeeze through.Ucok followed Rizal's gaze and immediately shook his head. "Dude, don't tell me you want us to go in there.""If you want to get caught, feel free to
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On Komodo Island
The screech of metal echoed as the automatic steel door slid open inside the secret bunker. Red light bathed the narrow hallway, leading Rizal, Nova, Ucok, and Maya deeper into the heart of the enemy's lair. They weren’t exactly sure where they were… until a digital sign on the wall lit up:“WELCOME TO KOMODO ISLAND – Global Digitalization Experiment Zone.”Ucok swallowed hard. “Bro… this ain’t a vacation, right? No one brought sunscreen?”Nova glanced over while readying her pistol. “All we brought were bullets and vengeance.”It turned out, SARKA had made this island their main base—behind the facade of tourism and natural beauty lay a digital hell where they stored data, weapons, and developed mind-control chips to dominate the global black market.Rizal glanced at a holographic screen displaying body temperature, emotions, and heart rates of every individual on the island. “They can tell who’s lying, who’s breathing too fast, even who secretly watches K-dramas.”Ucok broke into a
The Vertigo Agency
Jakarta hadn't recovered from the explosion at the international conference. The ruined building now stood as a silent monument: proof that VERTIGO wasn't just an underground organization—they were a rotten root growing from the very soil of the government.Ucok stared at the screen, his face more serious than usual. "I've cross-checked all the post-explosion aid logistics. There's a shadow company that was the supplier—the CEO's name... Arman Darsa."Nova moved closer. "Arman Darsa? Isn't he the chief commissioner of one of the state-owned logistics companies?"Ucok nodded. "And he went to the same military academy as Kaspar. They used to be partners."Rizal slammed his laptop shut. "We have a new target. And this time... we won't give him time to run."One week later – New headquarters, secret location beneath the Blok M MRT tunnelMaya projected data from her laptop onto the concrete wall. "Arman isn't just a supplier, but the operational mastermind of VERTIGO within the state. He
Jakarta Midnight
The explosion rattled the second floor of the dilapidated old building. Glass shards flew. The stench of gunpowder mingled with the musty aroma of old carpets and the sweat of armed men filled the air.Ucok was thrown backward, landing on a meeting table inexplicably still bearing sweet tea and donuts.“ARGH! Who put cockroach-flavored donuts here?!” Ucok yelled, wiping his face smeared with powdered sugar and dried blood.Across the room, Rizal knelt behind a pile of documents. His pistol was empty, and he fumbled in his vest pockets.“Nov! Reload!” he shouted.Nova tossed two magazines from behind a concrete pillar. “Come on, we can’t lose to these SARKA bastards!”Maya swiftly fired bullets, hitting one enemy shooter squarely in the helmet. TAP! TAP! The attacker’s body slammed onto the floor with a THUD!“Two more on the left! Light armor, aim for the thighs or neck!” she yelled.Ucok, who had only brought smoke grenades, shouted as he threw one, “A gift from big brother Ucok, lad
Bloody Revolution on Sudirman Street
The Jakarta night wind greeted them like an angry stepmother. The parachutes unfolded perfectly, but their control in the air? A big fat zero. Ucok screamed as he spun his body, "HEY! THEY DIDN’T TEACH ME HOW TO BRAKE THIS THING ON YOUTUBE!"Nova twisted her body toward the Semanggi Bridge. "Turn right! RIGHT, UCOK, NOT TOWARD MONAS!"Rizal pulled the stabilizing cord. "Relax... we've jumped from the moral state of this country. A building rooftop should be easy."Maya gritted her teeth. "If I die before I upload my clarification video, I’ll come back as a ghost, Zal!"Their landing was rough—it was more like being thrown by God onto the earth than landing gracefully. Ucok nearly crashed into the old bicycle of Pak Satpam, who was startled and immediately fainted."I’ll replace it later, Pak... with an e-bike," Ucok whispered with a guilty expression.Meanwhile, from behind the shadow of the bridge, a pair of eyes observed them. Not a drone this time—but a man in a light ivory suit, s
Hell in South Jakarta
If you want to set hell on fire, make sure you’re not the first one to burn.At 2 AM, South Jakarta’s streets felt emptier than usual. But for Rizal and his team, this city was more than just skyscrapers and neon lights. It was their next battlefield.Hidden behind a steel door in the basement parking of a luxury apartment, SARKA’s central base stood in eerie silence. No signboard, no guards in uniform—just cameras, a retina scanner, and a Doberman with a gold collar standing guard in front of the elevator.Ucok stared at the dog. “Bro, this... this ain’t the human world anymore. That dog’s richer than me.”Maya flicked on the signal jammer. “If we get in, we’ve got ten minutes before full auto-lockdown kicks in.”Nova slid on her comms headset and gave Rizal a nod. “We go in. Silent. Fast. Brutal.”The elevator doors opened. A sterile mix of antiseptic and metal filled the air. Soft classical music played—Vivaldi’s Winter. A perfect contrast to the bloodbath awaiting them.On the 13t
The Last Bastion - Blood or Throne
R-Zero’s automatic rifle erupted like hellish fireworks. Bullets rained against the steel walls, scattering sparks. Rizal dropped to the side, pulling Nova behind a server rack.Ucok tumbled behind a support pillar. “Why does every damn enemy we face have a fetish for shooting first and never asking questions?!”Maya returned fire. “Because this ain’t a romance flick, Cok. This is the mafia world. The slow ones get buried alive.”Dust, the hum of machinery, the shrill scream of the alarm. Rizal’s heart pounded in sync with the bullets thudding around them. On the other side of the room, R-Zero advanced slowly, its weapon still hot.“Rizal!” Nova yelled. “If he reaches the control center, all our data’s gone!”Rizal didn’t answer. He already knew. The world they knew was about to crumble. SARKA would slaughter anyone who refused to bow to the new system: a merciless machine, led by a faceless puppet.He rose. Two steps forward. Staring down his twin—his own nightmare made flesh.“I kno
Second Hand, First Blood
The echo of the blast hadn't fully faded as smoke choked the corridor of the stronghold. Rizal’s body rolled sideways, yanking Maya from the debris. Dust, embers, and adrenaline mingled into one choking haze.Ucok coughed raggedly, “This… this ain’t no infiltration no more. This is a damn slaughterhouse!”Nova kicked at a buckled metal door, pistol raised and ready. “We gotta reach the core room. If he’s still breathing, we finish him. If not—we burn this whole damn place to the ground, foundation and all!”Rizal pushed himself to his feet. Blood streaked his face, but the sharpness had returned to his eyes.“It’s not about living or dying anymore. It’s about who gets to survive as ‘me’.”Heavy footsteps pounded down the hall. Thump! Thump! Thump!From the swirling smoke, the figure materialized. A build like Rizal, but bulkier, clad in a tactical vest, a face a roadmap of old scars—and a single, malevolent red eye. A killer’s optic implant.“My name isn’t Rizal,” it stated, the voice
Heir Project
If your blood has a price, then every heartbeat is a debt.The soft thud of leather shoes echoed on the underground concrete floor. Above them, the world seemed serene. But below? Like the dark womb of the criminal underworld, a place where sin was fragmented into documents, and betrayal was placed in test tubes.Rizal stood before a room bathed in a pale yellow light. Inside—archives, genetic codes, and old videos of human experiments. A CCTV camera in the corner of the room pointed downwards, watching them like a small god assessing who deserved to live, who deserved a silent burial.Ucok whispered, “Bro, this place is like a mafia incubator. We’ve snuck into the womb of a giant organization. But… doesn’t it smell like expired embalming fluid?”Nova stifled a laugh, but Maya was serious. “Look at this file: ‘Heir Alpha – Subject Data RZ-17’. That’s the code for Rizal.”Rizal swallowed. Behind the screen, his face was printed there, with the status: "Active - Under observation - High
A Thousand Sins
If blood could be washed clean, why do some still die from old stains?"Welcome to a new game, my friends."Ucok still remembered Kaspar's voice like a whisper from the grave. Cold. Full of promises of death.They left the clinic in the pre-dawn light that had yet to greet the city. Maya's pick-up truck sped towards Batu Ceper, to a place Rizal simply referred to as "the old laundry."Nova drove. Her face was tense. Rizal was silent, but his eyes were busy. As if replaying everything he knew. Everything he had just remembered."I don't like this place," Maya muttered.Ucok chimed in, still half-chewing on a lemper from a roadside stall near the clinic. "You never like places with history. Especially ones that smell like stolen fabric softener."Nova glanced in the rearview mirror. "We're not being followed. But I'm sure they know we're here."Rizal nodded. "That's why we have to be quick. Before they wash away the remnants of my past."The old shophouse looked deserted. Its sign was f